None of your coworkers want to hear you preach. It it not desired that you insert yourself into almost every conversation to prattle on about how whatever we are discussing is sinful.
You don’t like porn? Don’t watch it. No, we do not need to eliminate the internet to prevent people from seeing it. Whats that you say? People shouldn’t be able to watch it even it they want to?
You don’t like drinking? Don’t drink. Don’t preach to us about the evils of alcohol every time we are discussing our favorite beers.
Don’t like smoking? Fuck off. Don’t stand near us when we are all smoking away from the work area.
You don’t like any non-gospel music? Tough shit. We don’t like you pumping your bible-thumper tunes out of cars at full volumne when you drive around the parking lot.
You don’t like atheists? Too bad. If turned down your offer to come by your church to be saved last Sunday, chances are I’m going to turn it down each subsequent week that you ask me.
Also, amazingly for someone who allegedly can read and write, you are unable to comprehend why you cannot cite the text of the Bible as evidence for its authenticity. If you weren’t so bloody annoying, I’d buy you a book on logical fallacies.
And the next time you follow me around with your hand over my head, reading from your little pocket-sized New Testament, I am going to make you read the psalm of my hand.
You know, there’s something that’s always puzzled me about fundies. Their entire life is dedicated to whining about how they’re an oppressed minority. Yet they want to tear down Constitutional protections for personal freedom. But if 95% of the country is actually plotting to outlaw Christianity, won’t … ehhh, why bother?
Workplace fundies suck. I used to have a fundie coworker who seemed nice enough until she invited me to go to church with her for some Easter thing. Now, I am interested in religion in general and might have actually given some thought to going, but it happened to fall during Passover, so I declined. Alas, I made the mistake of telling my coworker why I was declining. She swooped in: “You haven’t accepted Jesus into your heart?” I was shocked at her behavior and told her I didn’t think that was an appropriate conversation for the workplace.
So, she bided her time, until I helped her out with something, and she offered to take me out to lunch as a thank you. Never one to pass up a free meal, I naively accepted. She spent the entire time telling me about Jesus.
If you, the person reading this post right now, have ever felt the need to tell a non-Christian about Jesus, let me just say: we know. WE KNOW. Okay? It’s not like we’re not going to go “What? Jesus who?”
Yes, and that is all they are allowed to do at work. Eight hours, only work. No talking with each other. No breaks. No lunch hour. No fraternizing after work, either. When the shifts over, they have to walk out the door with their heads down, and not speak a word to each other.
All’s I’m saying is it’s hypocritical (not to mention a bit control freakish) to expect someone to sit and listen to a discussion on porn and then turn around and whine when they mention the G-word.
This is why touchy subjects don’t have place in the workplace. It’s best to just stick to business and mundane subjects.
Nobody ever started problems at work by keeping their mouth shut.
I think the behavior in the OP goes way beyond mentioning god. Your complaint would be valid if they kept asking the fundie to watch porn and drink booze with them.
Hey, I’m not saying what the woman is doing is right.
I smell a liiiittle bit of exaggeration, I admit. Following him around with her hand over his head reading the Bible? If this really happened, the person who should be pitted is Gabe’s boss for not firing her for such totally out of line behavior.
However, invitation or no, porn is not a suitable workplace subject, IMHO.
This is a guy im talking about.
And noone is forced to listen to a conversation. We have a break area separate from the work area where we go to smoke and “shoot the shit”. And no, this isnt the only break area, actually, is not even a break area, its a corner of a sunny parking lot behind a shed that has a few chairs in it. It is specifically for smoking (and parking cars). There are at least 2 other proper break rooms at my place of employment.
Oh preach it Brother!!
I work in a factory, well known for being cutting edge intellectual hotspots, right? We have so many folks going by the name “Preacher” we have to describe them, Preacher Bob with the red hair? No, Preacher Robert, the black one, remember?
My personal favorite is Preacher John, the forklift operator who controls the stock I use. When I politely declined signing his petition, pointing out that to my knowledge the partial-birth abortion ban of 2003 didn’t need 2004 petition signatures, he responded by bringing me gore-riffic glurge pamphlets for a week.
Yet, I’m the heathen ‘bad guy’ if I complain I’m out of stock while he’s sitting in the corner reading his bible instead of doing his job. :rolleyes:
Who’s expecting anyone to sit and listen to a conversation they don’t want to hear? Unless they’re doing it at their desks in the middle of the day, the office evangelical can just butt the hell out. I’m sure there’s someone else in the office who thinks Jesus is super. They can go and have their own conversation about how awesome the resurection was. And anyone who interupts them to tell them that they’re stupid for believeing in God and they’d be better off being athiests is just as much an asshole as… well, as they are.
Beer is a touchy subject with this person. Popular music is a touchy subject with this person. With this jackass in the office, what the hell can they talk about?
Nobody ever started problems at work by minding their own fucking business, either.
